#I wanted to post this on release but I had to sit think for a bit while I stared out through window

[tokidokifish]

i’m rewatching the hbomb video and decided to check up on james somerton and Whoof

however! a lot of people are thinking this might be fake, so i really wanted to unpack the evidence on our hands.

first of all, this listing has been taken down, but there are still copies on the wayback machine. this version of the listing, with james somerton’s name in the description and a halifax address, was last seen in may 2024. a month later, in june, the address had been changed to mississauga, and james somerton’s name had been removed:

and as far as i can tell that’s how it stayed until it went down after this reddit thread.

so. is it fake? on the one hand, this page would have been launched QUITE close to when james was found to be posting stolen hole on alt accounts after his false suicide scare. and it’s called fucking MEMORY media, after james claimed his blatant and repeated plagiarism was due to memory issues, so either that’s a joke at his expense or the man truly has no shame.

on the other hand, this page was up for almost a YEAR before anyone called it out, which is a long-ass con for minimal returns. and james’ name wasn’t even on it for most of that time. so it seems to me we’ve got a couple of options:

1. it’s fake and created as a joke. no one noticed at the time, though, so whoever made it just kinda had to sit on it before either someone finally found the page or they released the info themselves? idk. the timeline is weird for a fake. and i think the jump to wedding photographer is a weird one for a gag?

2. it was genuinely an attempt at rebranding. james initially launched the page with his name on it, before realizing what a stupid fucking idea that was bc his name is toxic and even if people didn’t recognize him immediately, one google search would get his ass. during this time, they also relocated to mississauga. this also explains why he would have used stock images and fake reviews; it was just to make a fledgling operation look good. it managed to fly under the radar until march of this year, when someone was doing the exact same thing i was: googling him on a whim, whereupon they got a hit for a cached version of the original page, and posted that version.

now, the page hadn’t been updated since 2024, which seems sus, but i think in the “it’s genuine” case there could be a pretty easy explanation for that: it didn’t work. james has shown an almost pathological avoidance of actually putting effort into what he does, and you cannot ACTUALLY plagiarize your way through a career in wedding photography. he had nice, expensive cameras and he couldn’t go back to youtube, so wedding photography probably seemed like a viable option (as someone with a degree in photography, SO many people suggested i go into that after college), but it’s hard work! and either james just couldn’t hack it or lost interest, and left the page up, gathering dust, bc he couldn’t be assed to take it down until the internet took notice.

but! at the end of the day i don’t know and i don’t REALLY care. i was just briefly distracted by the puzzle of it.

James Somerton is working as a wedding photographer with a plagiarized portfolio, btw

YoutubeDrama thread where this came out.

He truly seems incapable of not passing off others work as his own.

[thegingerparty]

I was tagged in Tidbit Tuesday by @sad-girl-hours23 so now seems like a great time to say that I am in fact writing a fic based on this -> https://www.tumblr.com/thegingerparty/782024880658989056/okay-but-why-havent-we-talked-about-dailey-planet?source=share post!! I'm really excited about it and I hope it doesn't take me a million years to write. lol.

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"Do you think he had plastic surgery?"

Eddie pauses in his typing. "I'm not even sure I want to ask."

"For his cleft, I mean."

A myriad of expressions cross Eddie's face before finally settling on something like bemusement. "Pretty sure that's natural, bud."

"You think?" Buck rests his chin in his hand, gazing across the room at where Tommy sits typing on his own computer. He watches as Tommy squints at the computer, before pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. Buck's stomach clenches.

He quickly turns back to Eddie. "What about his jawline?" he presses. "There's no way that is all natural."

The loudest sigh Buck has ever heard slowly releases from Eddie's lips. "Buck," he says. His tone of voice is the same one he uses whenever Buck has started oversharing.

"What?" he responds defensively, pulling back to cross his arms over his chest. "Its a valid question!"

"No, Buck, it really isn't." The clicking of the keys continues as Eddie picks up his typing again. He's been really excited about this week's coverage, since the Rangers are in town. You can't take the Tex out of the mex, or however the saying goes. "I thought you guys really hit it off, when you gave him the tour?"

"See, that's what I thought, too!"

"But then…" Buck can feel himself losing Eddie's attention rapidly. He's even more annoyed Taylor is at the city council meeting today, he could really use someone else to vent to about this.

"But then he reconnected with Hen and Chim from when they worked at the Times and Athena agreed to work with him on a case during his second week! I had to wait months for her to work with me voluntarily." Eddie hums noncommittally, frowning at his document. He probably accidentally made every right justified again and is trying to figure out how to change it back.

"And! I know the two of you have been going to bar trivia together on Thursday's after work." Buck accuses, pulling out the big guns. He sits back in the chair smugly as Eddie freezes. He looks over at Buck out of the corner of his eye, not even turning his head.

"Technically, its karaoke trivia," Eddie says. "And I haven't invited you because…." He trails off.

"Because you-you want to exclude me from fun? You want to keep the new guy all to yourself? Sorry that I still don't understand baseball Eddie, but it's not like you can blame me. I mean, the short stop isn't even short! They're usually tall!"

Eddie has taken to rubbing his forehead, a sure sign he's about to professionally tell Buck to fuck off any second.

"I haven't invited you because you hate singing in public unless you're tipsy, which you don't like to do during the week, and because you can be kind of…intense about trivia. I didn't want to scare Tommy off right away."

Buck scoffs. "I am not that bad." he insists.

"You got us kicked out because you kept arguing with the host about how the answers were actually wrong. At three different bars!"

"Well they were wrong." he grouses, borderline pouting, now, even though he would never admit it. "And if it happened again, I would have made sure to keep my cool in front of Tommy."

"Buck you tripped me when walking into the elevator yesterday so you could get in first and stand between us." Eddie has his patent "Dad Face" on, like he's about to ground Buck for a week.

"You can't prove that." Buck says airily.

Eddie just shakes his head. "Listen, whatever it is you have against this guy, you need to get over it. I mean, you barely even work with him, no one is forcing you to interact with him if you don't want to."

Buck rolled his eyes. Eddie was so missing the point. Because the thing is, Buck had wanted to interact with Tommy, had been looking forward to it. But somewhere along the way everyone else had gotten there first and now Buck was stuck trying to figure out how to either make an impression on him, or find a way to ignore him completely.

(He had been trying that for days.)

(It wasn't working.)

Which meant his only choice was to make an impression.

Tagging @queermccoy @dharmaavocado and @thefixations-ofmine if they so desire and anyone else that reads this and wants to share!

[4-the-l0ve-0f-art]

"Caleb becomes a wet rat (and gets unpixelated?!)"

Chapter 6: Homecoming Wings

Pairing: Caleb x GN Reader

Word count: 1180

Genre: Reverse isekai, fluff, romance, comedy, supernatural, angst, slow burn

Rating: General Audiences

Triger Warnings: none

A/N: I recommend replaying through Homecoming Wing's first part of chapter 1 while reading this !! i've also made a tag for this fic called fic: wet rat caleb which will be used to post updates on the future chapters and bonus content related to this story, just for fun

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Caleb was knocked out of his thoughts by your excited chattering.

“Let’s goooo!!! Caleb’s chapter released!” His head whipped towards your direction.

You looked up, sensing the stare. “Oh, not you, Caleb. I meant, like, Caleb-Caleb, you know? The actual Caleb from the game.” You lifted up the ipad to show him your screen. It was only for a brief moment, and Caleb was unable to catch what was written on the screen.

Caleb’s eyes narrowed. This was his chance.

He walked over and jumped on the couch, sitting right next to you. He glanced at the ipad and then back to your face.

You were staring at him in shock.

Oh. Oh my god. He’s sitting next to me.

He blinked at you with his purple eyes, not saying anything. His tail flicked to his side.

Okay. Okay. Stay calm. You don’t want to scare him away by reacting too loud.

“You really are interested in Caleb, huh? I knew it.. Even cats are going to like him.” You turned your focus back to the ipad in your lap, which was currently on the chapter selection menu for the main story.

Are we really talking about me? This much enthusiasm.. It’s unsettling. 

Caleb was a bit confused. He knew for sure that the man on the screen was him, but he didn’t understand why you were so excited when you saw him. Both of you had watched the same video.

There was still a lot Caleb didn’t understand about the video. The man was him, but it wasn’t him. 

“Did you honestly think I would always be the kind hearted boy from your childhood?”

He was talking to someone. Someone from his childhood?

There was no one. No one worth remembering, anyway.

What disturbed him more was the experiment report.

[They are the optimal weapon for destroying each other. This experiment is never to be restarted.]

One thing he was sure about was that there was no one, absolutely no one, who had been turned into a weapon the same way he was. That is how he rose to the ranks of Colonel, and that is how it’s supposed to remain. There was no one who had been able to endure the experiments long enough to be as powerful as him. 

And that is why he didn’t understand what was going on in the video.

Or what was going on in general, to be fair. He had turned into a cat. A cat!

And here I thought things couldn’t get any worse when grandma was killed.

Snapping back to reality, he read the text on your ipad screen.

Homecoming Wings: Vanishing Skyward.

He watched your eyes twinkle.

“The background is so beautiful. That’s Skyhaven, I think..” 

You were right. It was a picture of Skyhaven from a distance. He could recognize the layout of that island anywhere, it was his base after all. Or his prison. Depends on how you look at it.

“Let’s find out what you’ve been up to while MC has been suffering, Caleb.” You poked his head gently.

He narrowed his eyes on you. It was amusing how you talked to a cat, but the cat was still him. The situation was somewhat laughable, he thought.

You tapped on the block titled “01 Story: Infiltration”.

He read the text on the screen alongside you. It looked like it was written from someone else’s perspective.

“She’s dreaming about the explosion?” You muttered, focused on the screen.

Caleb’s eyes widened as the words “Aether Core”, “Ever”, and Bloomshore District Explosion” appeared on the screen one by one.

The scene seemed to switch from an office to the scene of an explosion. 

Reporter A - “It’s been a week since the explosion in the Cascade District. The Farspace Fleet still has the region under lockdown.”

Caleb was baffled.

…

You stared at the screen in silence for an entire minute once the cutscene ended.

“Did you see that?” Caleb wasn’t sure if you were talking to him or yourself. Frankly, he didn’t care. He was just as shocked as you.

“I think infold really loves to introduce their characters while they kill someone.” You said, referencing a certain white haired man with a crow.

Caleb, on the other hand, was lost in thought.

The scenes that had just unfolded on the screen hadn’t happened too long ago to him. He had killed the man who had tried to sink his ship in the deepspace, on his first mission as Colonel. It had been a couple months since then and Caleb had adjusted well to the endless attempts at people trying to dethrone him, courtesy of Ever.

It was a weird experience watching it unfold from a different perspective, however. And even weirder when it’s from an ipad screen of a random person who didn’t know he was right there, next to them.

At this moment, his life felt like a fever dream.

…

Currently, you’re having the biggest crash out you’ve had since you started playing this game. And a cat was witnessing it all, sitting at his place next to you on the couch.

“Girl, oh my god..” 

“You did not just get drugged by that guy. You did not—” You cut yourself off.

You looked at the cat next to you.

“Caleb, Do you see this shit? Do you???”

Caleb did, in fact, see the shit. And saying that he was flabbergasted would be an understatement. 

“They deserved a better reunion scene. What the fuck was that?? “It really is me.” Who says that after being declared dead?” You mimicked Caleb’s voice line, clearly annoyed.

“And the MC just.. Accepted it? And then proceeded to stay at his home?”

That was not what Caleb was worried about. He was more so focused on the fact that he was a video game character in this world. And with a story which was eerily similar to his own, at that.

Just without the hunter.

I have no idea what you’re talking about. Caleb continued watching as you ranted.

“There's so much shit going on in this story, man..”

Strangely enough, Caleb didn’t think that his actions in the story were out of character for him. He didn’t resonate with the need to protect someone like the MC in the game, but in the end, he had still ended up in the same position as the other version of himself, regardless of whether that hunter was in the picture or not.

He had been forced to survive on his own either way. The only difference was that he had no one waiting for him at the end of it all. His desperation was fueled by his need to feel even a semblance of control over his life, which had been thrown into disarray since he was young.

And it was happening once again. This time, with an obviously cat-shaped dilemma.

Yet, maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind it as much.

A certain someone sitting next to him was altering his reality, oblivious to it all.

And he was starting to accept it.

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[kenansslut]

a way back to each other

pairing: kenan yildiz x fem reader

Summary: just two people who will find their way back to each other

warnings: sad

a/n: look at me I’ve been posting a lot. please leave feedback!

It was a quiet afternoon, the sun setting in Turin and casting a soft glow through the apartment windows. Y/N sat comfortably on the couch, reading a book, with Ramos curled up beside her.

The sound of the door opening caught her attention, and she looked up to see Kenan walk in. “Kenan! You’re home later than usual,” she said, getting up to greet him.

Kenan didn’t respond right away; he just locked the door and dropped his training bag on the floor. “Y/N, we need to talk,” he said, looking serious.

Taken aback, Y/N nodded and sat back down on the couch, causing Ramos to shift to her lap. “What’s wrong, Kenan? You’re scaring me,” she said.

He sighed and sat next to her. “Look, baby, I don’t know how to say this, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I’m not happy in our relationship. I really need to focus on my career right now.”

Y/N stared at him in disbelief. “What do you mean ‘I need to focus on my career’? Am I a distraction?” Kenan opened his mouth to respond, but she continued, “Last time I checked, I did everything so you could focus on football! I clean, cook, and take care of Ramos while you’re busy with training and games. The reason he’s here and not with your parents is that I’m helping you out, even though I’m in school!”

Kenan looked hurt, knowing how much she had supported him. “Baby, please, you have to understand,” he pleaded.

“No, Kenan, you can’t call me ‘baby’ when you’re breaking up with me. If that’s what you want, fine. I’m leaving,” Y/N managed to say, her heart heavy.

She tried to walk away toward their shared bedroom, but Kenan gently grabbed her arm, making sure not to hurt her. “Y/N, you can’t go! You have nowhere to stay,” he said, his voice pleading. “Just stay here until you find somewhere to live. You can use the guest room for as long as you need.” His deep ocean eyes searched hers, hoping she would understand.

Y/N nodded, tears welling up in her eyes, not trusting herself to speak.

“I’m going to take a shower, but when I get out, we can order some takeout,” Kenan said, releasing her arm before walking into their room.

Once he was out of sight, Y/N waited until she heard the water running before she began packing her things into two suitcases and bags. She emptied their shared closet, leaving only Kenan’s clothes behind. She didn’t want anything from him; it felt like a clean break was the only way forward.

Once she had packed up everything she owned, she walked over to Ramos, who was sprawled out on the couch. He had no idea what was happening, but he sensed something was off. The moment Y/N approached him, he started licking her face, trying to comfort her.

“I’m going to miss you, buddy,” Y/N mumbled, tears streaming down her cheeks.

After a heartbreaking goodbye with Kenan’s dog, she grabbed her car keys and bags, walking out of the apartment and leaving the key to their once-shared home behind.

Y/N loaded her bags into her car, climbed in, and let the tears flow freely. Before driving away, she pulled out her phone and blocked Kenan on everything, feeling a mix of sadness and relief as she left their shared life behind.

When Kenan finally stepped out of the shower and walked into the living room, he was hit with an unsettling silence. The couch was empty, and his heart sank as he noticed that all of Y/N's things were gone.

"What the...?" he muttered, his mind racing. A wave of regret washed over him. He had broken up with her to focus on football, thinking it was for the best, but now it felt like the dumbest decision he could've made.

He sat down on the couch, staring at the spot where she used to sit, realizing just how much he missed her. The weight of his choice settled heavily on his chest, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had let something truly special slip away.

Kenan's heart raced as he grabbed his phone, desperate to hear her voice one last time. He dialed her number, but it went straight to voicemail. Frustrated, he tried texting her, but every message bounced back.

“Why would she block me?” he thought, panic setting in. He felt a mix of anger and sadness, realizing that his decision had consequences he hadn’t fully considered.

Sitting alone in the quiet apartment, he replayed their last moments together in his mind, wishing he could take it all back. He knew he had to do something, but for now, all he could do was stare at the empty space around him, filled with memories of her laughter and warmth.

Five months had passed since Y/N and Kenan last saw each other, and both had been navigating their new lives in very different ways.

From Kenan's perspective, soccer had become his escape. He threw himself into training, trying to drown out the memories of Y/N. Every time he scored a goal, the rush of adrenaline felt good, but it was never enough to fill the void she left behind. He often found himself glancing at his phone, wishing he could reach out, but the reality of being blocked stung. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had lost something precious, and every game felt a little emptier without her cheering him on.

On the other hand, Y/N had transformed in ways Kenan could hardly recognize. She was thriving in school, her grades soaring as she focused on her studies. The honey-blonde hair framed her face beautifully, accentuating her brown eyes, which sparkled with newfound confidence. She had also taken up working out, and her body reflected her dedication and strength. While she missed the connection they once had, she was proud of the woman she was becoming. Each day felt like a fresh start, and she was determined to embrace her independence, even if it meant leaving Kenan behind.

As they both moved forward, the memories of their time together lingered in the background, shaping who they were becoming but no longer defining them.

time passed

It was a chilly Saturday night when Kenan arrived at his friend's birthday party, ready to unwind with familiar faces. He was laughing and catching up with everyone when he suddenly spotted a figure across the room. His heart skipped a beat—it was Y/N. He hadn’t expected to see her there, and for a moment, he felt a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Y/N had known Kenan would be there, but she was determined to stay cool. She had spent months building herself up, and she wasn’t about to let him see how much she still cared. As she approached the group, their eyes met, and the air felt charged with unspoken words.

“Hey,” Kenan said, trying to sound casual, but his voice betrayed him. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it has,” Y/N replied, crossing her arms slightly. Her tone was steady, but there was a hint of frostiness. “I didn’t think you’d recognize me.”

“Of course I do. You look… different,” he said, gesturing toward her new hairstyle and fit physique, trying to keep it light.

“Thanks,” she replied, her expression unreadable. “I’ve been busy.”

Kenan nodded, feeling the weight of the conversation shift. “I’ve been focused on football. It’s been… good, I guess.”

“Good for you,” she said, her voice flat. The tension between them was palpable, but beneath it lay a flicker of the connection they once had. They both stood there, caught in a moment that felt both familiar and foreign, unsure of how to bridge the gap that had grown between them.

Feeling the weight of the moment, Y/N decided to excuse herself. “I’ll go grab a drink,” she said, turning away before Kenan could respond. She needed space to breathe and gather her thoughts, and the last thing she wanted was to dwell on the past.

As she walked away, Kenan’s teammates noticed the change in his demeanor. Dušan raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “What just happened, man? You looked like you saw a ghost.”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect her to be here,” Kenan admitted, running a hand through his hair. “We kinda… talked.”

Francisco chimed in, “Talked? More like cold war, huh? What did she say?”

“Just that she’s been busy, and I told her about soccer,” Kenan replied, a hint of frustration in his voice. “It felt awkward.”

Weston shrugged, “You’ve been talking about her for months, dude. Maybe it’s time to just be honest with her?”

Andrea nodded, “Yeah, it’s clear you both still have feelings. Just don’t overthink it!”

Nicolò added, “You gotta go after her! Don’t let this slip away again.”

Kenan sighed, glancing toward the crowd where Y/N had disappeared. “I don’t know, guys. What if she doesn’t want to talk?”

“Then you’ll never know,” Dušan said, giving him a friendly nudge. “Just go for it!”

With his teammates rallying behind him, Kenan felt a spark of determination. Maybe he could find the right moment to talk to her again and clear the air. After all, this party was just getting started.

As Kenan’s friends urged him to go talk to Y/N, they suddenly noticed a guy at the party leaning in close, flashing her a charming smile and laughing at something she said. Kenan’s heart sank, and a wave of jealousy washed over him.

“Dude, look!” Weston exclaimed, pointing discreetly at the scene. “That guy is totally flirting with her.”

Kenan felt a surge of possessiveness. “What the hell? I can’t believe this!” His fists clenched, and he shot a glare at the guy, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.

Dušan, sensing Kenan's frustration, quickly tried to diffuse the situation. “Hey, just breathe, man. You can’t let him get to you. Remember what we talked about?”

Francisco chimed in, “Yeah, you’ve got to make your move now! Don’t let him steal your chance!”

Andrea nodded, “We’re all rooting for you and Y/N! Just go up to her and show her you care.”

Nicolò added, “We’ll back you up. Just be confident, man. You’ve got this!”

With their encouragement fueling him, Kenan took a deep breath, trying to shake off the jealousy. He knew he had to act fast before that guy got too comfortable. “Alright, I’m going in,” he said, determination in his voice.

His teammates cheered him on as he made his way through the crowd, ready to reclaim his moment with Y/N and show her just how much she meant to him.

As Kenan approaches Y/N, he can feel his heart racing. He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the nerves. “Hey, Y/N,” he says, trying to sound casual. “Can I steal you for a sec?”

The guy glances at Kenan, a smirk on his face. “Oh, come on, we were just getting to know each other better.”

Kenan shoots him a look, stepping closer to Y/N. “Yeah, well, I think it’s time for you to move along. We have some catching up to do.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow, her expression cold. “Really, Kenan? You think you can just waltz in and act like everything’s fine?”

Kenan feels a pang in his chest but refuses to back down. “I know things haven’t been great between us, but I’m not giving up. I want to talk to you, just us.”

Despite her icy demeanor, Kenan stands firm, determined to break through her walls. He knows he has to show her that he’s serious about making things right, no matter how she’s acting.

Kenan looks Y/N in the eyes, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Look, I get that I messed up, and I can’t change the past. But I’m here now, and I want to fix things between us. You mean so much to me, and I can’t just stand by and watch you with someone else.”

Y/N’s expression softens for a moment, but she quickly masks it with indifference. “You think just saying that makes it okay? You hurt me, Kenan. I can’t just forget that.”

His heart sinks, but he presses on, desperation creeping into his tone. “I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry. But I’m willing to fight for us. I don’t want to lose you again, not to anyone. Please, just give me a chance to show you how much you matter to me.”

Y/N looks away, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “It’s not that simple. I don’t know if I can trust you again.”

Kenan feels a lump in his throat, the weight of her words heavy on his heart. “I’ll do whatever it takes to earn that trust back. Just don’t shut me out. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

In that moment, the tension hangs thick between them, both feeling the weight of their shared history and the possibility of a second chance.

Y/N takes a deep breath, her heart racing as she processes Kenan's words. “I don’t know if I can just let you back in like that,” she admits, her voice trembling slightly. The walls she built around her heart feel like they’re starting to crack, but she’s scared.

Kenan steps a little closer, his eyes filled with sincerity. “I get it. It’s going to take time, and I’m willing to wait. Just know that I’m here, ready to listen whenever you’re ready to talk.”

She looks up at him, the coldness in her gaze slowly melting away. “It’s hard for me, Kenan. I’ve been protecting myself for so long.”

“I understand,” he replies softly, his heart aching for her. “But you don’t have to do it alone. I want to be there for you, no matter how long it takes.”

Y/N feels a flicker of hope, and for the first time in a while, she contemplates the idea of letting him in. “Okay,” she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll try. But you have to promise me you won’t hurt me again.”

“I promise,” Kenan replies, relief washing over him. “I’ll do everything I can to prove it to you.”

In that moment, a tentative connection forms between them, and though it’s still a long road ahead, they both feel the possibility of healing.

[sleepinglionhearts]

Comics about work

[seventh-district]

babe wake up a new Venti-coded song just droppped

“I’m as sober as a drunk.

I’m as high as rock bottom.

Free as a man with his hands handcuffed to the bar.”

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent images I suppose ~

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming

[vaalthus]

Convergence Part 1 (spoilers)

*Deep inhale*

*Long exhale*

THE TIME IS NIGH!!!

So to start,

I have to say I was utterly shocked that Jaania chose not sacrifice any more of her forces to buy her more time weave her spell but after giving it some thought it's an action that makes sense for her. As I mentioned in commenting on the Final Steps release, Jaania is finally able to see that our motivations we're always intended to strive for everyone's sake in the best of ways we knew how. As a result, she's hoping we can see and have faith in the good she's trying to bring about through her ascension.

As such, it makes no sense in her eyes to waste the lives of those who have been so loyal to her in helping her reach this moment when there's a chance their lives can be spared by us and they in turn be able to experience the world she seeks to achieve. Though those same troops would have been more than happy to lay down their lives for her so that world is brought to fruition. It's just a pity Jaania didn't give the order to retreat sooner otherwise the last of the Pelekoans might have survived.

What troubles me is the comments like these:

It's no secret to anyone that the last of Jaania's forces were those who were most loyal to her and her vision but what I find troubling here is the inevitable aftermath of these people once this conflict reaches its conclusion. As Hansa, pointed out to us in the Awakened Depths, Jaania became a beacon for those who had a simple wish to be achieved: to be free of any and all magical threats that Lore offers. However, it's not just these soldiers that want that, it's the nobles, the farmers, the little guys that have been supporting the Rose all these years across Greenguard and likely still do, sure that number has definitely taken a dive since the start of Book 3 but I doubt it's still insignificant. All of those people will soon find their dreams and the person who was meant to bring back a sense of uninterrupted peace in their lives is about to be dashed. We can only hope their response to this reality is constructive as opposed to the opposite.

What I've been saying all along folks :3

Miss me with that "we're not so different you and I" speech.

I like to think this is the Hero taking all they've learned about the ability to make choices in the Maleurous saga and is just throwing that much needed wisdom back at Jaania who feels the need to instill order in the world.

This comment is interesting to me because we have seen the Hero effectively try and be everywhere all at once for eveyone's sake, quite almost obsessively I might add, and I feel if Jaania hadn't recently just had a change of heart on her perspective on them, and taken the time to analyze the Hero's deal, she might have been able to more strongly appeal to their need, their desperation, in protecting everyone they can. Not that it would work either way, the Hero's distrust and deep-rooted fear of her, as seen in Fear, showed that getting us on her side was simply not possible.

If she was more predatory, of course, she would have used that aspect against us as every other villain that attacks our psyche has done before. A neat contrast here is what I'm pointing out.

*sigh* Every single new questionable scene with this woman continues to force me to find comfort in the fact that her and the other Magesters too dependent on the Mana Core Fragment will be dead eventually thanks to Roirr's actions. I truly want to believe there's a positive future for the Shapeless Empire that doesn't involve exploiting its citizens through this agreed upon cycle without violence but the rotting hands of the past never want to let go of control easily.

YOU GAVE THEM TRAUMA AND WEREN'T EVEN SORRY!!!

Okay technically this right here is the more sensible reasoning, but I stand by what I said! What I like most in this scene is that we simply reaffirm what we've been trying to tell her since this whole mess started with her organization. Everything we bring up about the harm the Rose has done thus far has been consistent and aren't negated by the fact that Jaania, at heart, wants to do what she believes is best for everyone's sake.

What I love even more however is how she averts her eyes the moment we bring up Akanthus because she knows she can't even reasonably, or delusionally for that matter, deny she has made a grave error in judgement in allowing Akanthus' abuses on, well, basically everyone, and soon everything, in his wake. It's that "Yeah, ya got me there look" that just sends warm feelings down my spine.

Now if you told me at the start of this saga Jaania was going to offer us a bargain to effectively play as the puppeteer god of fate alongside her, I definitely would have called you insane. It's moment I'm sure comes as a complete shock to everyone, it certainly did to me anyway. And honestly why wouldn't it? It's one thing to ask us to stand down and simply allow her to achieve apotheosis but it's a completely different matter to propose to come and play god. But it's one that sadly makes all too much sense.

Jaania has admitted that she has made terrible mistakes and has been too much of an imperfect being in her quest to achieve peace and prosperity for Lore. So better way to accommodate for her ham-fisted actions and judgement so far then to have someone like the Hero to hopefully keep her worse tendencies in check. As opposed to someone like Akanthus or Zadd who would, in all likelihood, make things worse had they been afforded the opportunity. There's another reason I believe she makes this offer but I'll get to that later.

Nothing else to say here beyond epic callback!

Out of all the Hero's moments in this quest, I believe this is where their experiences throughout the Maleurous saga shines through the brightest.

In a way, you could argue that, in spite of the obvious chaos that will come with it, Jaania's plan is to instill an eternal order, a Destiny, upon Lore itself, one in which she will insists never ends as she dictates. Yet the Hero knows the importance of others being able to decide the paths they choose to walk, I'd argue they've known that since Calamity, without some transcendental hand to yank them in another direction against their own will. So they certainly would not agree to be the one to dictate the fate of all those that live on Lore let alone allow someone as misguided as Jaania to do it.

Okay, I think we all knew that the void pearl was too easy a solution to deal with Akanthus and was likely not going to work but there's something absolutely amusing about Hesperrhodos being used a shield to be sent to the Void and then teleport immediately back to Lore without issue since, ya know, Elemental Spirits can just do that at any time. Hell I at least would have thought that thing would have let a monster through or something. The downside to seeing Zvezdana looking completely slack-jawed after these events unfolded is the fact that we still don't have a damned plan to take Akanthus out of commission...so yeah.

I have to say I love this final appeal Jaania gives to the trio of combatants because it shows a few things. First, that she still fails to understand that her organization was really only giving the illusion of peace to all those the dwelt within range of the Rose's reach and even then only really through the lens of normal humans. Second, it displays that she never truly had a proper grasp on the relationship she fostered with those she worked alongside. Lastly, she places too much hope that wanting the same things is not the same as agreeing ideologically how get those things.

Which inevitably leads to one option: Violence

I have waited 12. long. years. for this very moment. 12 years spent waiting since we broke free from that ice cap. 8 years I waited since from the first time we saw her again in Timelines. 7 years since the original Gala and our spat. 4 years since dealing with the second rift and I had a deeper appreciation for her mental state which motivates her.

And now I am finally here to fight Jaania one on one. So, you best believe I fought alone to prove which of us was could beat the other!

The following boss fight that ensues is perhaps one of the best thematic story fights in the entire game at this point, as it should be for the antagonist that is the face for this entire saga. I'm quite pleased that devs designed her to be difficult, hell I'm even glad that couldn't easily soul gambit my way out of this one.

In terms of mechanics, it's everything you could expect, Jaania does everything she can to debuff us and each time she fails and has her health cut down in bulk she commands even more strength to take us down, even attempting to go for the old freeze'em solid trick and when that doesn't draw any purchase thanks to Aegis she relies on her new found soul weaving arts to dispatch us. All the while we deal with the tragic music in the background tugging at the heart strings for a conflict that should have been avoided.

How far we've come since the Doom Amulet was our first real challenge in-game for year, eh?

And can I say how amusing it is that Jaania trapping us in ice is something that could only work once? Aegis apparently always had the means of unfreezing, he simply couldn't due to Draco keeping everyone away from where we were placed. So, with him already being close by to protect our soul from going poof, there's no way he's going to let us get trapped again. Even more amusing is to think about how Jaania is basically using the old ice soul weaver meta to take us on.

But after all of that we prove in the end, with or without aid, to be stronger than Jaania, at least in this exact moment.

It's a pity though that the moment does not last as expected Jaania will not let it end without fighting at her full potential.

This right here is the reason I believe Jaania made her initial proposal to us and why I bring up the Maleurous saga. For me at least, it's easy to see the similarities between Jaania and Notha. Both are exceptionally powerful accomplished mages that desperately sought out to change a world that gave them deep rooted traumas that they wished to change that world so that the suffering they experienced could not continue. However, where Notha wanted to bring about chaos to change the order of the world; Jaania is hellbent on imposing order on the chaos the world of Lore and its magic offers its inhabitants. Furthermore, I suspect, unlike Notha, that Jaania cannot bring herself to reconcile with the trauma magic has placed on her life and the people she cared about. Most defining of all though, which will likely be her downfall, is her need to be in control of everything so that she or anyone else might never hurt again.

Antagonists like Jaania are always left in a hard spot. They seek to rid the world of suffering and conflict forever and while that is a noble desire they fail to realize how unfortunately intrinsic those things are to existence. Thusly they bang their heads on a wall until they're bloodied and broken only for that dream they longed for to dissipate before their very eyes.

And so, her last option is to go full synchronization. I can't guess what happens next here with Jaania. Judging by the increased streaks of white in her hair, her soul is continuing to unravel though I think she's in no worse of a state than Tomix was when he was at the end. I was originally going to say synchronizing with a corrupt spirit created through forbidden magic would spell instant catastrophe for Jaania but then I remembered Aspar was created through the same means, although he was just a fragment, so she might pull off the effect with little issue.

I suppose we must simply wait and see what becomes of our troublesome Arch Magus and where the winds will turn for her ambitions.

And of course, there's still this asshole and the doom device.

[radio-4-is-static]

25コ目の染色体 | RADWIMPS

忘れてた泣き方 でも 今ここにある何か 目を閉じても零れそうな気がして

I will die for you, and I will live for you I will die for you, there is nothing more that I could really say to you

[allegorism]

every single pmmm enjoyer that i've ever met has been insufferable. the inferiority complex they feel w media like utena or sailor moon is just laughable.

[cy-cyborg]

Free Manual Wheelchair Reference Models

ID: A banner with grey 3D models of 5 kinds of manual wheelchairs in a line in front of the disability pride flag and text that reads "Manual Wheelchair References" /End ID

For disability pride month, I decided to release a pack of 3D manual wheelchair models.

The pack includes 5 wheelchairs:

2 Active urban-style chairs (one of which includes a smart drive)

1 off-road active chair

1 children's wheelchair

and 1 standard "hospital" wheelchair).

All the wheelchairs are based off either wheelchairs I or friends of mine have used

Downloadable here!

or on the Clip Studio Paint Asset Store (ID 2097442) (there's been an issue with the CSP version, but the models in the download folder can be imported into clip studio paint until I can fix it)

More info about the download contents below:

The first download link includes the original .Blend file with all 5 chairs, as well as individual .obj or .fbx files the chairs (All but 1 have an .obj file, as they're only meshes. The chair with the smart drive is rigged, which is why it has an .Fbx file instead so it will retain that information) as well as a "read me" file that explains in more depth what kind of disability/character/lifestyle each chair is made for (These are just what I had in mind when I designed them, they are usable by other characters who don't fit the suggestions for the most part!) I wanted to include the Read Me contents in the CSP Asset Store listing, but CS said it was too long lol.

Also, as the title says, these files are free to use! While it's not mandatory, I would appreciate credit if you use them (or even just a tag so I can see the cool art you make with them!!)

I actually made these ages ago, the original plan was to use them in a series of posts then release the pack, but I never got around to making the series and so they've just been sitting here. I took a day off from art fight attacks to clean them all up and get them ready to post. If you experience any issues, let me know and I'll try to fix it up.

I had a couple more that were supposed to be in the pack including a sports (basketball/Tennis) wheelchair and some different styles of wheelchair, but I think the files corrupted so once I fix (or remake) them, I'll probably make a second pack.

If you have any issues, please let me know!

[alo-officialgf]

me looking at the seb/web outline in my drafts... (in the tags you can see the schedule for death of a bachelor)

[kyri45]

A final letter

Hello Everyone!

The queue is paused and everything is scheduled, which means we are ready for the finale!

I know that, in the end, this was just a silly side project for me, with everything else going on in my life. But for this occasion, I wanted to drop some words here and hope they make sense.

I started watching LMK only because a friend told me there was a "Sonadow-coded" ship. I ended up consuming the entire thing in one sitting on July 10th, 2024. At the time, I was still recovering from a bike accident that had left me with a broken right forearm—unable to draw for a little over a month. (I did try drawing with my left finger, but it wasn't exactly fun.)

Not only that, but it was summer, and I couldn’t enjoy the season or practice my main sport, windsurfing. To say I was feeling the blues is an understatement. I remember being in physical pain just from not being able to draw my sillies. But then, watching LMK did something to my brain chemistry that my little undiagnosed autistic self had never experienced before. It hit so hard that I’ve been physically unable to rewatch the show SINCE that very first day. (And y’all still call me the CEO of this fandom. Bro, I just work here.)

A lot of you have asked what inspired me to start this comic or to draw LMK fan art in the first place. While my usual answer is, "I saw Shadowpeach and thought MK could be their lovechild, given his appearance," the moment that actually started it all was THIS ONE—

(I HAD TO REWATCH THIS SCENE TO MAKE THE GIF AND IT HURT ME ON A MOLECOLAR LEVEL)

I have… a thing for characters who discover their entire identity was something else all along. It consumes my thoughts, my dreams, my every waking moment. I live for identity crises, for characters who thought they knew who they were, only to be forced to rediscover themselves, their existence, and their place in the world. If you give me a story where a character has to go through that, I will like it—regardless of how bad the rest of the story is.

Pair that with loads of trauma, daddy issues, the pressure of a legacy, and world-ending stakes, and congrats! Now I’m obsessed, and I will not stop thinking about it for the rest of my days!

At first, my brain just wanted to release some of that energy with a small, four-panel post about the monkeys discovering that MK was technically their kid.

That was supposed to be it.

But since I never seem to learn my lesson, it didn’t stay like that. Because once I started drawing, I just... continued.

And

I

never

stopped.

A lot of you have also asked how I found the motivation to draw so much, to never take a break. Well, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it one last time: I am my number one fan. No matter how much you laughed, cried, screamed, or went feral over this story, I did all of that and more. Because I got to think about the chapters months before they released. I got to daydream about them. I got to watch them come to life—first through sketches, then line art, then dialogue. And finally, I got to witness your reactions and see the incredible creations you made, inspired by my story.

So yeah, in a way, it was almost an addiction. A good addiction. Because, for the first time in my life, I actually understood what loving art means.

I’ve been drawing for ten years, working professionally for five, but I never loved art before. I just liked it because I happened to be good at it. But creating this comic made me understand why artists say, "Oh, I’ve loved drawing since I was a child!" This was the first time I allowed myself to create purely for my own enjoyment. Something I hadn’t had the privilege to do for a long time.

Other than making me feel even more single than I already was, this story somehow also helped me a little with my own family relationships. So yeah. Crazy how the gay monkeys changed my life.

Of course, I never could have predicted how much traction my AU would gain. Man, y’all were really starving to latch onto something this silly. /j

But yeah—thank you. Thank you for sticking around until the end, for having the patience and trust to follow the story even when I made you rage with angst and cliffhangers. (The statement in my bio still stands: I am not responsible for any physical or emotional damage my art has caused.)

I’m absolutely shit at thanking people, or at writing, or at talking in general, honestly. I’m the furthest thing from being good with words, so I hope the final chapter will be enough to show you my gratitude.

Through this story, I met so many wonderful, talented people. I watched as fans across different platforms found each other through memes and fanart of the AU. I saw artists start their own AUs inspired by mine, growing their own communities. I witnessed an explosion of creativity and collaboration through our takeovers. And I laughed along with you all.

And yeah—at its core, this story has always been about love. Whether it’s platonic, sibling, parental, romantic, or whatever the hell Mac and Wukong had going on for millennia.

At its heart, it’s a story about family.

And maybe, in the end… the real family wasn’t just the one in the comic, but the one we’ve found together along the way. 💛

See you all at the finale.

Love you all, freaks /affectionate

Jade

[applecidersturniolo]

forgot.

warnings: unprotected p and v

in which, fwb! matt “forgets” a condom.

“matt, you’re fucking kidding right?” you whimpered as you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. matt groaned and patted around your bed, looking for something, anything, basically hoping that the latex would appear out of thin air.

“don’t you have some in your nightstand?” matt spoke putting his fitted hat backwards on his head, “we used the last one yesterday” you spoke softly. matt huffed, remembering that-that’s the whole reason he bought a whole new box after he left your place last night and where was it? sitting on his shelf, untouched.

“fuck.” matt cursed as he ran a hand over his face, though, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, “y’know..you could jus’ let me hit it raw” matt spoke biting his bottom lip.

god, he was tempting. the knot in your stomach grew, usually at times like these you guys would just agree to get off on giving each other head but..you guys already did that, and both of your needs were still unsatisfied.

“ c’mon, sweetheart, jus’ lemme put it in, if you really don’t like it i’ll stop” matt spoke putting his hands up, as if to promise he will do whatever it takes to make you comfortable.

you sighed and slowly nod, “yeah?” matt smirked, “yeah.”

“fu-fuck! matt!” you moaned out, your back arched as matt’s big hands gripped your hips, the wet sounds of your pussy filled your quiet bedroom, “yeah? takin’ me so well, y/n.” matt praised.

your fingers gripped the white sheets, nose scrunching as you felt your climax teeter closer to the edge.

“gonna cum? i can tell.” matt moaned out as his pace became quicker. the overwhelming feeling of your slick walls sucking his bare member in was all too overwhelming. matt’s head fell back as he moaned out your name, you could feel his cock twitch inside you, signaling he was close as well.

“c-cum with me” you managed to choke out as your hands met matt’s shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh.

“where do y-“ “inside. cum inside me.” you intrupped, your mind was hazy, teeth clamped against your bottom lip. “you sure? you want me to fill you up? make you leak me out all night” matt’s mind filled with images of your pretty panties being stained with his cum, the fabric being soaked with your mixed arousals. “yes..yes matty please!” you pleaded. your eyebrows knitting together, legs straightening as you felt your limit up and coming, “go-gonna, fuck matt, i’m gonna-“

“do it. fuck! you’re so wet- let go f’me. cum, right now, baby” matt babbled, “best pussy i’ve ever had”

that’s all you needed to hear, your walls tightened around matt’s member as you both released.

heavy breaths filled the bedroom, you could feel matt’s cum leaking out of you, damping your thighs. matt ran his finger down your skin and shoved the liquid back in your aching cunt.

“such a good girl f’me” matt praised before kissing your forehead and laying next to you on the bed.

you glanced over at him and softly smiled, matt returned it and sighed, “should probably go..” matt mumbled. you simply nodded, matt got up and retrieved his boxers from the cold floor, slipping them on before his baggy jeans. as he buttoned up the denim and flatted out his pockets he couldn’t help but chuckle, he glanced at you, who was looking at your phone mindlessly, not thinking twice. “hey, y/n..” matt mumbled. you turned to matt, raising an eyebrow, “yeah?” you spoke softly. matt smirked and tussled with something in his pocket, pulling out the gold, unopened condom, that had been placed in his pocket the entire time. “found it.”

your eyes widened, “you knew?” you spoke putting your tounge in your cheek, blush creeping up on your cheeks. “maybe..maybe not..” matt spoke with the biggest grin on his face.

oh, you were gonna kill him.

A/N: ahhh!! first post about these two ‼️ hope you enjoy! if you have any requests or asks PLEASE FEEL FREE TO INBOX ME!!! i love you guys so bad 😛🫵🏼

[thebibliosphere]

Something I miss from the start of the pandemic was being able to watch movie theater releases from home.

I know why they’ve gone back to in theater only releases, but as someone with multiple disabilities and a compromised immune system that makes movie-going hard, it was the first time in years I got to enjoy new releases as they came out.

I didn’t even particularly mind that it was costing me $20 to rent it for a single viewing. To me it was just another disabled tax, but one I was actually happy to pay for the price of finally feeling included in the experience of enjoying new media. (Not to mention actually going to the movie theater costs something closer to $40 these days.)

Factor in that I got to control my environment (not too dark or loud to avoid migraines. No nerve compression from sitting in chairs not designed for my body. Access to food I could eat and bathroom breaks as needed without missing anything.) the sheer joy alone of being able to talk to my friends about movies as they came out was really something I hadn’t realized I was missing until I had it back.

Normally by the time I get to see new media it’s several months later and everyone else has moved on.

It’s alienating.

The whole experience of being disabled alienates you from most of society, but it always tends to be the big things you think about and not the little. And that was one of the little things I missed.

And now there’s a new Superman movie coming out next year that I’m actually so, so excited to see. But barring a miracle of Biblical proportions, I know I’m not going to be able to hobble my butt into the cinema without risking my health.

So, I’ll be watching it months later when the hype has already died down. And my enthusiasm for it won’t be counted in box office figures despite being the type of person who would go see a movie multiple times in the cinema if I enjoyed it.

I dunno, man. It just sucks. I wish they had like, memberships or something you could pay to watch things at home.

And before anyone is like “just pirate it” — that’s not the point of the post. The point is people are excluded from things in ways you don’t even think about and the pandemic made it really clear that there were always ways to accommodate people like me.

People just don’t want to.